An ENFJ with a love of whiskey, books, and being an utter cliche.
So if you’re asking why I don’t take my articles down – which trust me, I considered – it is because I simply can’t take away the chance that maybe I made someone else feel less alone. Maybe, just maybe, I provided for someone else the same self-recognition.
I think we are all familiar with this technique: we choose the ones that won’t love us back because it protects us from the tenuous possibility of rejection by simply assuming that it will happen as an inevitability.
I’ve been home now for forty-eight hours and I am right back where I was except I’m scared to show it. I’m scared to show all the feelings that I’ve accumulated within me, the ones that pile high on my heart and threaten to explode out of my chest.